I'll wait for you, sitting
on the corner like always,
And a bit more dressed up than if
it were a Friday
without a date previously made.
But with the plain intuition of seeing you,
My eyes don't stop looking and looking
at the dark stone
of Ideas.
Looking for more hollows,
within this hollow .
Looking for a light
in the middle of this sky.
I tuck away my hands
because I'm cold.
and they feel odd
inside my pockets.
Over an hour and a half has passed,
and you still haven't shown,
My instinct has failed me...
It known not of loves,
but it's just that my instinct
doesn't know of......
Chorus:
Living live without you...
is something like dying,
is walking without looking where you're going,
is singing without hearing,
is speaking without breathing,
eating without digesting.
Because I discovered..
that you're the perfect form...
the perfect size...
just for me and it's like this....

(Repeat Chorus)